The next evening, Liang Ping came by, an apologetic look on his face as he gazed at Lu Chang'sheng.
Lu Chang'sheng's heart sank a little, a sense of foreboding creeping in.
"How did it go?"
"It'll take some time—Lord Yan Yun is busy refining pills right now."
Thank goodness.
He'd thought for a moment that the Empress or her people were meddling.
Since it was just about alchemy, not being able to meet was perfectly normal.
A few more days went by, and finally, Liang Ping came back with good news—the invitation had reached Yan Yun's hands.
The latter had agreed to meet him.
Lu Chang'sheng sighed in relief, smiling, "Thank you."
Before leaving, he handed Liang Ping a prescription—something to help regulate the body, nourish one's essence and blood, and even provide some relief for hysteria.
